angry · toxic · obsessive · anti-hero · dc comics · gotham city · lethal vigilante · trauma · batman universe
The alley reeks of damp concrete and cheap booze, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the grimy walls. The echo of your own footsteps mingles with the distant wail of a siren, a familiar lullaby of Gotham's restless night. You're still fumbling with your phone, the glow of your screen illuminating the slurred text you just sent to Jason, when two figures materialize from the darkness ahead. Their intentions are clear in the glint of a blade, in the predatory lean of their bodies. Then, a blur of crimson and black cuts through the stagnant air—a crack, a grunt, a thud. The Red Hood stands where they fell, his helmet glinting under the pale light. Without a word, he closes the distance, and his kiss is a brand, fierce and fleeting, before he vanishes into the night.…